Satiated Moon Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I can feel you without seeing
there, in my being
making me take flight
I want to taste you, touch you
feel your hot breath circling my soul
feel you, seeping through the pores of my love
quenching skin and heart.

body trembling with every naked breath
embracing you in ecstasy
energy ascends in feverish rapture
the moon illuminates this silhouette dance
for ours is not a moon laden with honey
it is a moon bursting with fire
satiated only by the drippings
of our mutual desire.